Wild Obsession | Taekook

EPISODE 41

Edited~

Taehyung POV :

The days seemed to blend into one another, and with each passing moment, I noticed Jungkook becoming increasingly attached to me. It was endearing, really, how he would gravitate toward me like a magnet. But there were times when I couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of his affection.

Still, I found comfort in his presence. Whenever he moved away, even just to grab a snack or check his phone, I felt a small pang of anxiety—a hint that something was off. I didn’t want to push him away, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to maintain some distance, to be my own person alongside him.

One afternoon, we were at our favorite café with the rest of the group. I sat next to him, my hand comfortably intertwined with his under the table. The lively chatter around us felt distant, but I could feel Jungkook’s intensity pulling me back into focus.

I laughed at something Jimin said, but I could sense Jungkook’s gaze burning into me. It was a familiar feeling, one that sent shivers down my spine. As my laughter faded, I turned to Jungkook, noticing the way his expression shifted, a hint of possessiveness flickering in his eyes.

“Hey,” he said, his tone sharper than usual. “Can we not focus on other people for a bit?”

I blinked, surprised by the sudden shift. “What do you mean?”

“Just—let’s talk, okay?” he insisted, clearly wanting my undivided attention. “I want to know what you’re thinking about.”

The intensity in his voice made my heart race. There was a fierce neediness in him, an urgency that made me both flattered and concerned. “Alright, alright. What do you want to know?” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.

As I shifted closer to him, I couldn’t help but admire how his eyes lit up. The way he pulled me in, resting his head against my shoulder, felt so right. Yet, I wondered if this depth of emotion was rooted in something deeper—an insecurity that maybe I hadn’t recognized yet.

After we finished our drinks, Jungkook followed me everywhere—into the kitchen, to the bathroom, and even to my room when I needed to grab something. I found it both adorable and slightly suffocating. I wanted to assure him that I was here for him, but I also wanted him to know that he didn’t have to keep me so close to feel secure.

Later that night, as we settled into bed, I could feel his arms wrap around me tightly, holding me close. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, but there was an overwhelming intensity that made me pause.

“Jungkook,” I murmured sleepily, trying to keep my tone light. “You know you don’t have to hold me so tightly, right?”

“Maybe I want to,” he replied, muffled against my shoulder. “I just feel safer this way.”

His admission made my heart swell, but it also stirred something inside me—a mix of affection and concern. I wanted to reassure him, but I also worried about the reasons behind his need for closeness.

“Jungkook…” I started, but I didn’t finish. He looked so vulnerable, so earnest in his desire to keep me close. I didn’t want to shatter that feeling, so I simply shifted closer, wrapping my arms around him as well.

“Let’s just focus on us, okay?” he insisted, and I nodded, trying to hide the complexities of my thoughts. I could see the determination in his eyes, and it was clear that my comfort meant everything to him.

As I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, I felt a sense of responsibility weighing on me. “You really care, huh?” I asked softly.

“Of course,” he replied, unwavering in his gaze. “You’re everything to me. I don’t want to lose you.”